Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.